BITCHES

This blog is dedicated to all the women who have fabulous men and the bitches they went thru to get to us, their final beautiful gems. Oh, yeah, and also disrespectful bitches.... yousa BITCH!!!

**THE EX-FACTOR*** (class 1 bitch)
Lets make this clear from right now
I do not see you as a threat, nor are you even worth a crinkle in my attitude prone brow
If your confused on your lonliness allow me to explain how
You are selfishly vain and you inflicted heartless pain
Your smiles were daggers concealed behind nude lips
Your sex was wack (as I heard you just lay on your back) but you had small hips
Your physique was okay it was more so your friendship that lingered
Which was clearly coveted by envy once he showed you my ring finger
Don't pretend to not see me when you see us together
Because you were friends for soooo long
Lets compare that to our on-going forever
Don't step out of line, I will not tolerate your seemingly simplistic ways
Because babydoll let me break it to you straight, I'm here to stay
I played the same games, honey, you can only go so far
I see you for the BITCH you really are
Don't keep looking for me, because rest assured you will find me
Because no BITCH can defeat the sound of true love's beat.

**THE SIDELINE HOE** (class 2 bitch)
I see you looking at him and me
You saw him once and was instantly intrigued
Your eyes drop to my feet and land on my eyes
Your challenging smile tells me you think you can try and step side
My queen to his king and take over my throne
You must not know that I am also BITCH prone...
Your waist is small & you notice you and him may have something in common
Sense, not being one of them.
Your nonchalant in your plot to get close and attempt to creep
I smile because you are merely a flickering nuisance in my quiet heat
Keep looking and you will find me as your kneeling at my feet
I see you making your way thru the crowd making sure he notices you
Men are so foolish, if only they knew the evil that lurks beneath that hook
He thinks it is innocent, his better nature is compelled to be friendly
I'm smiling, bitch, because I eat a dozen of you daily
I won't raise a hand
I have so much more class than you can even comprehend
You are an amusement to me as I see your hopes of having him as a friend come to an instant end
I merely have to walk near his sideway glance as he catches me in his peripheral vision
Your words are now mute as his eyes are locked on mine
(Allow me to propose a new proposition)
DO not judge by my curves that you are better than me
Slim, thick, talented, funny, married, or free
You will always just simply be
A misplacement in the conversation, a mistake in the social magistrate, a disaster caused by your manipulative glitch
In other words
You will always just be... another bitch.